I was five years old in this picture and already understood the value of knowing the time. Although, at five, my eyes were still working well so I don't know why I needed a watch face as big as my hand. (Winnie-the-Pooh, by the way.)
Lucky for posterity, I was wearing my partridge shirt and jeans for Easter pictures, instead of a beautiful Easter frock. And also apparently, we didn't own a hairbrush.
Of course, at least my mom has an Easter picture of ME. We haven't quite managed that the last couple of years at my house!